Chapter Seventeen

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EDELMIRA'S POV
This is it. I have already put my boots on, but remain on one knee, my forehead pressed against my knee. I slowly rise and brush the back of my head with my hand, tightening my bun. I take deep, shaky breaths and rub my ring. My bottom lip begins to tremble as the countdown starts. Samana, Camason, Emberly, Folius and sick Yvonne already came for final goodbyes. Camason was last to come, said he wanted a private word with me. I've worked out a plan. At the cornucopia, take whatever I can that's essential. Including food if there is any. Just incase I can't get my hands on anything for hunting. My breathing is becoming more ragged and I'm shaking head to toe.
Seven...
Six...
Five...
I can't do this. I just can't.
Four...
Three...
But I have to try.
Two...
One...
Because I promised my family that I would try to survive. And I'm not going down without a fight.

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